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The next morning, the three of them tried a few more activities they hadn't had time to experience the day before.

Shen Qianqian pulled Ye Qinghan to ride the tallest Ferris wheel in the scenic area, while Lin Feng stood below waiting for them.

He's actually a little afraid of heights, not a severe case of acrophobia, but his legs feel weak when he stands in a high place and looks down, so he always avoids things like Ferris wheels.

Shen Qianqian knew about his problem and didn't force him. She just smiled and said he was timid, then pulled Ye Qinghan into the sedan chair.

As the Ferris wheel slowly rose to its highest point, Lin Feng looked up and watched the small cabin pause for a moment amidst the blue sky and white clouds.

After coming down from the top, Shen Qianqian was extremely excited. She said that she could see the entire canyon from up there, and that her mother was even more nervous than her up there, holding onto the handrail the whole time.

Ye Qinghan stood to the side, tidying her wind-blown hair with a helpless smile on her face, without refuting.

In the afternoon, we went on a zipline ride.

Lin Feng originally wanted to grit his teeth and accompany Shen Qianqian up, but when he got to the starting point and looked down, the drop of several hundred meters made his legs start to go weak again.

Ye Qinghan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Take pictures for us down here," and then accompanied Shen Qianqian onto the zipline.

Two figures glided across the canyon along the steel cable, one after the other. Shen Qianqian's screams echoed through the valley, while Ye Qinghan remained quiet, her lips tightly pursed and her hands gripping the safety rope tightly.

Lin Feng took several photos with his phone below, capturing the moment they glided across the canyon. The first thing Shen Qianqian did after reaching the finish line was run over to look at the photos, saying they were great and she'd post them on her WeChat Moments.

Around 3 p.m., the three of them packed up their things and prepared to return home.

Lin Feng drove the car out of the scenic area parking lot. Shen Qianqian, sitting in the back seat, leaned back in her seat with a bag of wild walnuts she had bought at the scenic area's specialty store on her lap. She said it was for her grandfather and she would deliver it to him on her way to Qingyuan next time.

My backpack was bulging, and it also contained several packets of bamboo leaf cakes, a specialty of the canyon scenic area.

I chatted with the staff of the scenic area at the bonfire party last night and learned a lot. I would like to organize similar nighttime activities after Longxi Cave opens, such as bonfire parties, stargazing tents, and outdoor barbecues.

He became more and more excited as he talked, and his voice grew louder and louder. He leaned over from the back row to discuss the details with Raymond Lam.

The car drove directly to the school gate.

Shen Qianqian got out of the car with her things, walked to the driver's side window, bent down, kissed Lin Feng on the corner of his mouth, and said that she had a lot of fun these past two days. Then she waved to Ye Qinghan in the back seat and said, "Mom, go back and get some rest." She then turned and jogged into the school gate.

The hem of her pleated skirt swayed gently behind her a few times before disappearing around the corner of the dormitory building.

Lin Feng started the car and drove towards the residential area where Ye Qinghan lived.

The sky outside the train window had darkened, and the streetlights were coming on one by one. The carriage was quiet; neither of them spoke, but the silence wasn't awkward; rather, it was a tacit understanding.

Ye Qinghan leaned back in the passenger seat, turning her head to look at the street scene rushing past outside the window. The light from the streetlights flickered on her face, and her fingers tapped lightly on her knees, the rhythm somewhat irregular.

When the car arrived at the entrance of her residential complex, Lin Feng slowed down and prepared to turn into the underground parking garage.

Ye Qinghan suddenly spoke up, saying there was no rush to go back. Her voice was very soft, but it was heard very clearly in the quiet carriage.

Lin Feng turned his head and glanced at her. Her gaze didn't waver; she looked directly at him, her lips slightly pursed. Lin Feng understood that look.

He turned the steering wheel, and the car made a turn, heading towards Baijinhai.

Ye Qinghan looked at the changing route outside the window, without asking where they were going. She simply turned her crossed legs around, and her flesh-colored stockings shimmered faintly in the dim light of the dial.

As the car drove through the streets of Hehai City in the night, the streetlights on the bridge across the river were reflected on the water, turning into a shimmering gold.

Lin Feng drove the car into the underground parking lot of Baijinhai, but instead of parking in the regular visitor parking space, he drove down a ramp that Ye Qinghan had never taken before and turned into a separate private garage.

The garage is small, just enough to fit one car.

The four walls are gray cement walls, and there is a sensor-activated LED light overhead that automatically lights up the moment a car drives in.

The garage was clean, with a tool cabinet and several neatly stacked tires in the corner.

Lin Feng turned off the engine, pressed the remote control on the car key, and the garage door slowly descended, shutting out the lights of the parking lot outside inch by inch.

The roller shutter door slammed shut with a dull metallic clang, plunging the entire garage into a thick darkness.

Their eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet, and they could only hear each other's breathing. Lin Feng reached out and fumbled for his seatbelt, the sound of the metal buckle snapping open ringing out crisply in the enclosed garage.

Then he felt a pair of warm hands cup his face, and Ye Qinghan's lips found his lips precisely in the darkness.

She slid her fingers from his cheek to the back of his head, dug them into his hair, and pressed his head down forcefully.

His hand moved up from her waist, and through the thin fabric of her dark green silk shirt, his palm pressed against the contours of her back, where he could feel the slight protrusion of her bra clasp.

Ye Qinghan leaned towards the driver's seat, supporting himself on the center console with one hand, almost stepping over the gearshift.

Her breathing grew heavier, and her lips moved away from his mouth, kissing down his jawline until they reached his Adam's apple, where her tongue lightly touched it.

Lin Feng took a breath, his fingers tightening slightly on her back. He reached out and pressed a button on the center console, and the driver's seat silently moved back to its furthest position, creating a space that wasn't spacious but was enough for two people to relax in.

Ye Qinghan understood immediately and stepped over from the passenger seat, kneeling on either side of the edge of the driver's seat, trapping Lin Feng between the seat and her.

Looking down at him, her hair fell from her shoulders and brushed against Lin Feng's face. The motion-sensor lights in the garage automatically turned off a few minutes after the roller shutter door closed.

In the darkness, Lin Feng couldn't see her expression, but he could see two faintly glowing spots where her eyes were.